Tekster: Kings Of Convenience. Declaration Of Dependence. Renegade.

:
I?m letting go
To see if you hold onto me
I?m in doubt of what is thought and what is real
In our room
Between the shapes I thought I knew
A guilty?
A pillow of feathers like snow

I?ve come to listening post be on your lines
I?m all ears to gather clues and look for signs
But I can?t hear the song you sing
While you try to soothe
Why are you whispering while the bombs are falling?
Go easy on me; I can?t help what I?m doing
Go easy on me; you can?t help what I?m doing

Hello again
Where did you, where have you been?
Oh renegade, you came back from the labirinth
You?re like me: you?ve looked for things that could be found and the threat
But guide though black times
Go easy on me; I can?t help what I?m doing
Go easy on me; you can?t help what I?m doing

other thoughts, out of number, spoken words
In the early hours we failed to establish
Who was hurt, lost.